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quite like that.”
    “Like what?” Leo absently asked, then wished he hadn’t.
    “The woman looked like she wanted to swallow you whole, man.” Anton lifted a brow as the conversation took a turn for the prurient. “And I don’t think she planned to stop with your tongue.”
    “Hmm.” This time Leo’s reticence to respond was rooted in an irritation he had no reason to feel. The kiss had been public; Anton had been a witness. The other man had every right to his curiosity.
    It was Leo’s strange desire to retain his privacy that gave significance to an act that had none.
    None. The kiss had been nothing but part of a game.
    “I gotta say, seeing Macy come unglued like that…” Anton shook his head. “That was some serious shit.”
    Leo’s beer bottle was empty. He needed to make up his mind. Should he stay or go? He glanced toward Macy, watched her expression, the childlike enchantment as she joked with Sydney and Lauren. “She doesn’t look old enough for serious.”
    “I think that’s a big part of the problem.”
    “Her looks?” Leo frowned. Until tonight, until he’d seen her up close and gotten personal, he would’ve agreed. She’d been just another face, one he’d never noticed because he’d always gone for striking instead of subtle, obvious instead of rare.
    “No, man. Not her looks. Well, yeah. I guess it is her looks.” Anton shrugged off the quandary. “She’s cute and all that, but she doesn’t look like she’s older than eighteen.”
    Leo nodded in agreement and forgave himself the silent lie. After all, he’d just looked into the wild child’seyes, and what he’d seen was as old as the Garden of Eden, as seductive as the serpent, as ripe as the forbidden fruit.
    He made his decision. He wasn’t going anywhere.
    Not just yet.

3
    W HILE L AUREN ADJUSTED one row of track lighting to spotlight the loft’s hardwood floor, Macy prepared to distribute the sheets of pink and blue paper she’d printed earlier today.
    Five for the girls, five for the boys. Ten unique lists for her newest gIRL gAMES adventure.
    A scavenger hunt.
    An after-hours, adults-only, you-find-mine-I’ll-find-yours kind of contest.
    Macy was certain she’d never conceived a more brilliant idea. And if all went according to plan, this month’s edition of gIRL gAMES might possibly be the best yet.
    Which would mean more reader feedback. More assignments from Sydney. More input from Lauren on column design.
    Hmm. Hoist with her own petard.
    Well, she couldn’t worry overly much at the moment. Her focus group had to first pull off this game without killing each other. And she had to remember that tumbling Leo Redding was not the point of play.
    It didn’t matter that his hands were the hands of her fantasy. Or that she’d never been more thoroughly kissed. Physical attraction wasn’t the problem. She was still trying to decide if she liked the man. A decision that would have to wait, because it was time to get on with the evening’s main game.
    Careers left all of her crew, herself included, little time to party. Her column, gIRL gAMES, was meant to provide the Web site’s readers with social alternatives to bars and clubs.
    Yet none of her previous game ideas had offered her scavenger hunt’s possibilities for girl-meets-boy, up-close-and-personal, one-on-one contact.
    From a ticklish spot to an erogenous zone to a kinky fetish, the lists for the hunt included additional items equally intimate and more intense.
    And the list she’d be assigning herself held a grouping of search items as random as those to be chosen by everyone else in the room.
    Well, almost everyone else in the room.
    Only Lauren and Anton’s items had been specifically designed. Which made sense, since it was Lauren and Anton’s interaction of late that had sparked the idea for the game.
    As much as Macy’s best friend adored her boyfriend and vice versa, elements of the seemingly perfect relationship struck Macy as anything but.